How odd to look down on the clouds
Our so called heaven
But then to look up into the godless sky, brilliant and bold
Seeing with the eyes of my winged brethren
In my mechanical freedom
I look down on the oh so limited ground
A blue winding snake to me, a swimming hole to some
I smile to myself as I contemplate this old wisdom I have found
The urge to just jump, to free fall softly through snowy cotton
Is stifled by the clear plastic and the metal buckle sitting across my hips
Gravity- Ha! Who needs it? The laws of motion should just be forgotten
Forget friction! I want to be free to slide and slip
Never to be stopped, by gravity or any other force
The taste of life on my lips, a rebel’s song in my ear
Not needing to know the source
Never forced to face my hideous fears
Hitting the ground breaks my barrier
I gasp the shock brings tears
Gravity, friction, laws of motion, all come flooding in
Dowsing the fire my mind so naively started
I shrug as I unbuckle my seat belt and clamber out of the plane
